not the light mist that conjures rainbows
not the dancing shower that spaces the drops
but the hard rain that buckets from gray clouds
so that a creek flows over your boots in the street
the wind gusts water through any attempted cover
you arrive home clothes heavy with water
hair wetted to your head glasses useless from fog and smear
then there are these
a gardener rejoicing over his drenched hay
hay that is filled with thirsty seeds
a new owner’s excitement over his pizza
with imported flour, cheese, and imaginative flair
the glances on the sidewalk between hurrying strangers
momentarily connected by sodden condition
my several mishaps have been greatly outweighed
I was happy in the rain
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